Ava Sullivan

It had been Betty White's wish to marry an ordinary man. Somehow, she became the mate of a Alpha? He promised to love her forever, dote on her, and cherish her. She believed this should be what happiness looked like until one day he threw a pad of papers at her. "Betty, we should get divorced." She fell from Heaven, her heart breaking into pieces. Five years later, she came back and met him again. No longer alone, she was accompanied by a cute kid. The child looked at the man, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Mommy, this man looks just like me. Is he your baby too?"

Alpha Next Door

Stepping out of the shower twenty minutes or so later, my body smelling woodsy because I had to use Aaron’s shampoo, I wrap a fluffy towel around my body and smile as I find tiny, black leggings and an oversized sweater with a football logo on it, that I’m positive is Aaron’s. A matching set of underwear is stacked under the clothes, tags still hanging off of the ends, and I blush at the thought of having Aaron bringing these up here. I have no clue where the leggings or underwear are from, but I’m thankful for them.

I slid them on quickly, finding a hairbrush placed next to the sink as I brush through my now soft mass of brown hair, letting hang to the middle of my back as I leave it to air-dry.

I twist the doorknob, frowning as the sweater falls down my arm and reveals my mangled wrist. I frown as my eyes seem to be entranced by it, my bottom lip trembling as I take in the torn skin.

Chapter 17